They would huddle together at the edge of the woods, daring each other to go in. They had always been forbidden from entering the wilderness, their parents afraid of them falling victim to the lawless hill folk. Plenty of children had foolishly pussy entered the woods tits on their own, never to be seen again, likely dead or enslaved. Now they had a new boogeyman to fear. The children would mark trees, seeing who had the courage to set the next record. When the parents found out, the children would be brutally punished, spanked and screamed at until they cried and even after, but it was terror, not anger, that fueled the parents’ reactions. To Dominion, what was most entertaining was how the townspeople acted when night fell. The autumn sun fell earlier and earlier each day, with people rushing home as soon as it approached the horizon. No one dared be outside once the darkness homemade arrived. Inside, every light, whether fire or electric, was active to immerse the inhabitants in illumination, while the shutters and curtains would be closed to keep the night itself out. Doors were bolted and locked, every gun and bible in town always within reach. Evening prayers were doubled, every grace fervent and desperate. For the wild folk, it was life as usual. They were used to isolation, hiding from butt the world and trusting only a handful of people outside their slut own families. With so little human contact, few people actually knew about the murders. For the rest, they were either ignorant or already dead. “Harold?” his wife asked, knocking on the door of his office. There was no reply. There was never a reply. She waited until she heard the clinking of glass before opening the door. She found him in his chair, the shades drawn but the sunlight still managing to slip in and gleam off the bottles scattered across the floor around him. His hair had turned white, but orgasm sleepless nights and constant drinking had darkened the skin under his eyes. His desk was cluttered with unattended work, the most attention it received just being shoved to the side. “Harold, you have to get out of this room,” she said as she drew the blinds, finally drawing a reaction as his bloodshot eyes burned from the light of the sun. She stood over him, looking at the pitiful creature her husband had become. When he first killed a man, a marauder from the forest, she remembered seeing him in the same state, but she had managed to pull him through the trauma. The problem was that this was something far worse. She knew that simply from his sickly appearance, and the fact that he wouldn’t tell her, no matter how much she pleaded. “There’s something in the woods, something evil.” Those words were all he told her. With no other solutions, she decided to take drastic measures. Rachel is my seventeen-year-old twin sister and I am Cathy. hit me up if you want to hear more. He slid in 6 inches (and there is nothing wrong with 6 inches) and started sucking her little tits. She swiped at a couple of points with one of the razors and then stood up and walked around the Mistress. For a second, it seemed that Bianca would cave. Cronorgan’s pleasure is from the sexual dominance of women. The way it was angled, tits I couldn’t see the entrance, though an obnoxiously blatant work of graffiti showed me that this house of worship was as dead as the rest of those resting here. Yes, she had always been special to him, but it was more than the big brother, pussy little sister thing, and it wasn't that she had morphed into the babysitter he had fallen in love with years ago. Suzy and Lisa didn’t get home until near dawn. “Well, I had Mom cremated. She leaned side-to-side, walking her ass backward. ahhhh”. A heady rush. Mel, well she whispered into my ear that Bob would only ask that if he felt completely comfortable with me. He puckered his forehead and decided to give Cory another poke to try to get the response he wanted. Niky looked to me saying, slut “Daddy I need your dick in my ass please, I need to cum” It’s a first come, first serve basis and that only a reservation would supersede a walk-in. I suggest to him orgasm that no one should ever judge anyone’s appearance because the richest people we know wear some of the crappiest clothes. He moves the shower head homemade toward her pubic region and directs the gentle water toward her clitoris. “I feared the worst once I saw my portal had been destroyed.” He said, “It’s good to you alive. It will be a butt scandal if we call the police. "Yes you are," she smiled as I felt her hands playing with my enthusiastically spent member, "How do you feel?" It had two floors, three rooms and always provided a great night out. CHAPTER 4 Amanda looks at her confused, "What?